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I don't feel comfortable |
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Inside my own skin |
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It doesn't keep things in |
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I never get a kick from vodka or gin |
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Bring me a heart again |
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I got some courage |
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And I got a brain |
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Straw man though I may be |
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But long ago I felt |
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My empathy wane |
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Bring me a heart again |
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Though I had one once |
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I must have lost it in the rain |
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Pushin' up the roots |
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While ivy grows around |
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Your windowpane |
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I walk the city streets for hours at night |
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Searching for some new clue |
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But I just hit dead ends |
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It's always the same |
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Bring me a heart again |
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Though I had one once |
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I must have lost it in the sun |
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Where it melted fast |
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And now it can't be found |
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By anyone |
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I got some courage |
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And I got a brain |
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Straw man though I may be |
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But long ago I felt |
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My empathy wane |
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Bring me a heart again |
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Bring me a heart again |
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Bring me a heart again |
